Webb Wilder - I'm Burning lyrics

I'm Burning I've got what it takes to be your love A gift of gab and a feather touch I got a banker's bank roll in my pocket I'll let you drive my road rocket Little girl, aw you're what I need You hit my hot spot yes indeed You fire me up, now there's no doubt Now it's a flame I can't put out I'm burning for ya, baby Condition red I got a fever for ya, baby I got a bumble bee inside of my head A bumble bee inside of my head My clothes stand out in a crowd The girls can't see ya If ya don't dress loud I'm not handsome But what I lack in looks I compensate for in the way I hoochie cooch You like dancing? Well hold my coat I can flop like a fish In the bottom of a boat My beat is rocking I'm a rocking fool They warned you about me In bible school I'm burning for ya, baby Condition red I got a fever for ya, baby I got a bumble bee inside of my head A bumble bee inside of my head Little girl, aw you're what I need You hit my hot spot, yes indeed You fire me up, now there's no doubt Now it's a flame I can't put out I'm burning for ya, baby Condition red I got a fever for ya, baby I got a bumble bee inside of my head A bumble bee inside of my head I got a bumble bee inside of my head A bumble bee inside....of my head